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Ch. 2

At The Dot, Marco is sitting at a booth by himself while Ellie is sitting at a table waiting for someone-Dylan.

'Here he comes, take your place, Marco,'

Dylan walks up and sits at the table with Ellie, not noticing Marco.

'Hey El, you wanted to talk to me about something?'

'Uh, yeah. It's about-'

'Marco? I still don't know what to say to him…I still love him, but I really-'

Oh, Marco is mad now, buddy. The original plan was just to stay in his little booth, overhearing everything Dylan said so he at least knew how he felt, but that wasn't going to happen. Marco stormed up behind both of them and went ballistic!

'But you what? Love Eric more? Or one of your other boyfriends?'

'Marco, I…'

There was a very strange silence. It wasn't one of those awkward ones like after someone tells a corny joke. No, no, it was an angry one. The kind like after you break up with your boyfriend and he turns around and wants to get back together with you after he did something horrible behind your back.

'What Dylan?' Marco was crying by now, but he was trying to keep it down so he wouldn't cause a commotion in The Dot, 'I want to know!'

Dylan was once again silent.

'Yeah. That's what I thought. Why don't you call me when you come up with an answer.'

Marco stormed out of The Dot, not caring who saw. He was about as angry as he had ever been. It was now pouring down rain outside and Marco was soaking wet. Why did everything always have to happen to Marco? He had to be gay. His boyfriend had to cheat on him with some hag. And then there were the little things. Like, for instance, having to walk home in the rain.

Marco noticed the rain starting to let up a bit. No-wait-it had stopped completely. That wasn't possible; it was still raining all around him-then he looked up. Dylan was standing over him with and umbrella.

'Hi'

Dylan's big, strong hand got a grip on Marco's shoulder to stop him from walking. Marco jerked away and looked up at him with an angry scowl.

'Look, Marco, I don't know why I did what I did-all I know is I love you. That is never-NEVER-going to change. I've been a total mess without you these past few days.'

Marco knew he didn't need to say anything. All he needed to do was be with Dylan. That's all that mattered anymore.

'I was so hurt when I saw you with him-it tore me up, Dyl, it really did-I know I love you and I always have…as long as you never pull anything like this again without telling me…'

'I promise, Marco bear. My Marco bear,'

Dylan took Marco into his arms as he had many times. He gently stroked the younger boy's head and held him close. They fit together perfectly.

Later that night, Marco was at Dylan's dorm spending the night. This was fairly easy; Marco just told his parents he was at Spinner's and to call his cell of she needed him.

'What should we watch first?'

Dylan and Marco were sitting on the couch; Dylan with a pile of DVD's in his lap and Marco with a cup of hot chocolate.

'Hmm, I don't know. How about this one?'

Marco grabbed a DVD from the pile in Dylan's lap. It was an old thriller/horror movie.

'I thought you didn't like horror movies!'

'Not when I'm alone, but with a big strong guy to protect me, I think I'll be okay…'

Dylan looked down at Marco with a little smile.

'I swear, nothing will ever happen to you under my watch,'

Marco felt so secure. More so than, well, ever! He laid his head on Dylan's chest and he placed his strong arms around the Italian boy. Why couldn't life be like this? So safe and wonderful, warm and loving-all of the things Dylan was.

'We should do this more often, Marco bear.'

'Good idea, Dyl. Good idea.'

On Friday, Marco went over to Ellie's to help her with her outfit, hair, makeup, etc.

'Ellie, open up! It's cold out here!'

'Coming, Marco, hold on,'

Ellie opened the door. Her apartment was a mess-there must have been at least five different outfits on the floor.

'El, what happened here?' Marco said trying not to laugh.

'Well, um, I…'

'Don't worry about it. Okay, here you go-um, we'll go with these, that top, grab that jacket for me, would you?'

And so the transformation began. Marco was really good at this kind of stuff. I mean really good, so when he was finished with Ellie, she looked like a prom queen. Well, dressed down a bit.

'Ellie, you look beautiful. Craig is going to freak!'

'It's all thanks to you!'

Ellie was wearing dressy jeans with black rhinestones all over the pockets and down one leg. Her shirt was black with white glitter in different patterns going across it. She had on a denim jacket and her hair was in loose curls with a tiny white flower tucked behind one ear. She looked gorgeous.

'Ellie? Open up, it's me!'

'Oh, Marco, can you get it, that's Craig-'

'Yeah, no problem. Go, get ready to make your entrance.'

'Thank you!'

Marco walked over to the door and opened it.

'Hey, Marco, man! What's up?'

'Ah, nothing really Craig. So, you and Ellie finally got together?'

Marco ushered Craig inside.

'Yeah. I really like her…she's different.'

'Yeah, I'll give her that much. And speaking of Ellie…'

Ellie walked in to the room. Craig's jaw dropped. Literally.

'Okay, well, my work here is done-have fun you guys.'

'Thanks, Marco' Ellie chimed out before Marco walked out the door. Craig was still in awe.

'You look…wow…amazing, El…'

'Thanks, Craig…not bad yourself…' Ellie said, blushing.

'We better get going, reservations at 8.'

'Okay,'

Craig grabbed Ellie's hand and kissed her cheek. They walked out of the apartment hand-in-hand.

Not much of a cliffhanger, I know-oh, buddy-just wait for the next chapter. Things gonna get INTENSE up in here! lol Please review! Love, Liz